Tuesday, March 13, 2007


I just finished Faulkner’s Sound and the Fury. Another super-natural piece of art! What an inspiration! It is rather surprising to see how a single Shakespeare stanza could directly drive a mind to create two hundred pages of pure genius.

It is tough, burdensome, and brain-consuming; it requires patience and labor, tough at the end of the day when you finish up the last page; an hour of contemplation and a few pages of criticism will shoot you to the top of that pleasure thermometer. A number one priority for any art fanatic!

William Shakespeare - Macbeth
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
''Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing...


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